Harry's house

As Draco's pale hands grabbed Harry's chin, Draco had to realize he was in fact really kissing Harry. And for the most part, once both of their shock had gone, he seemed to almost kiss back. He then pulled away for a brief second. "You- I..." His eyes which were as dark as the trees behind him were widening and his eyebrows reached far up into his bangs. Draco was glad he was taller, at least he wouldn't have to look up at Harry. He didn't think he could handle it much right now. "Um..." Draco blushed stupidly. He looked down at Harry's pinkish-brown lips that seemed to totally entrance him so he wouldn't have to look into Harry's eyes again.

"I didn't know you... wow." Harry breathed, and that was all Draco needed to kiss Harry again. Draco could feel his own robes that Harry was wearing pressed against his chest, and wondered deliriously if his robes would smell like him afterwards. Draco realized then he enjoyed Harry's smell, it wasn't full of BO or disgusting cologne like his classmates, and he would be sad to not smell him anymore when he pulled away again. Because Draco would not be the one to pull away. Harry smelled like nature and power, the power that came from a uncontrolled spell or a perfect potion. Draco was definitely gone. There was no going back from this.

Draco's hands had moved from Harry's chin to his messy hair. Harry's own hands were now resting firmly on Draco's chest, like he didn't know what to do with them. If it was not for uncontrollable lust, Draco wouldn't know how to kiss either. The only time he had ever been kissed was-regrettably,- by both Blaise and Pansy in a disgusting game of Spin the Bottle. This did not feel disgusting. When Harry finally pulled away, Draco wanted to faint. "Okay, that was... unexpected." Harry said. Draco blushed, again, and hoped no one had saw them. "I hope it wasn't bad." Draco said, as that was the only possible thing he could say without stuttering.

"It wasn't. I've never kissed a boy before." Harry looked at him with embarrassment. Then looked down at his trainers. Draco had never seen Harry so awkward. To be fair, everything Harry did threw him for a loop. It had made him irrationally angry before, having to put his life on the line for a boy who didn't even know what he was into. But now, it made Draco irrational in a different way. Irrational enough to kiss him when he didn't even know if he liked guys or not. If Draco liked guys or not. But now it seemed perfectly apparent that it was so. Draco prayed to Merlin that Harry at least was curious enough to like both.

Harry's glasses were bent askew, probably due to Draco's grip on his hair, and he hurriedly fixed it for him, longing already for the lost touch. "I liked it." Draco smirked, hoping to gain some sense of control back. He already felt wobbly on his feet, he hoped Harry wouldn't step away suddenly, as he might trip and fall on his own newfound confidence. "I think it's obvious I want to see you again." Harry said innocently. Draco smiled sadly, Harry was purposely ignoring the fact that Draco and him had no choice but to see each other again. Because of... Him. At least, for now, Draco could see some hope in his future.

Hogwarts, a year later

Draco took a deep breath and reached out for Harry's hand. Harry took it, and looked up to smile at him. Even after the war had ended, Harry was still shorter than Draco. There was still some semblance of normalcy. They were, what now? A couple? It seemed plausible to think that, after Draco had been the first to notice that Harry was alive and rushed after him when chaos had happened. Harry had already gained followers in his short time before Voldermort raided Hogwarts, it only took Draco... and Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger, Draco had to admit, to convince others that they could possibly defeat Voldermort.

After rushing after him, Draco found out the final missing piece that Dumbledore had neglected to tell him- Harry was not the true savior, but the last Horcrux after Nagini. Harry realized this after he died, and then lived again. Draco had gone back in time to find that Neville Longbottom, who had constantly been the one to use the Room of Requirement to hide the muggle-borns, was the one to kill Nagini. Draco still thought of Harry as the savior though. Especially when Harry had left again to go and kill Voldermort using the spell Draco had taught him. (Yes, Draco still held this over Weasley's head...)

Draco didn't like to think about how he felt when Harry had died, however. He was in the midst of battle, as Harry had stubbornly told him that he had to find something on his own. Draco had no choice but to trust him. Snape told him before the battle he had to make a risk. And that risk had ended up with Snape dying, and Dumbledore, and then Harry. But lucky for Draco, as he had to drag himself to the Forbidden forest after falling to the ground because of the lovely Unbreakable Vow that had almost killed Draco in the process as well. But it worked out in their favor, as Draco had no trouble defending himself from the other Death Eaters with it (Great incentive for Occlumency to work.)

"You look paler than usual, Draco." Harry told him, as they were still standing in front of Hogwarts. Harry had been planning to take his Newts, and Draco was there to accompany him to sign him up (Draco really couldn't stay that long without him now, it was habit.) Now that Harry was finally safe, he could take all the classes he wanted. The thought of returning still made Draco sick to his stomach, though. Harry had told him everything Snape had showed him, and he too had watched Dumbledore die. It was a lot to see again. But if Harry was brave enough, Draco could be brave enough as well.

"Let's do this." Draco said to himself, breathing in and out. "You mean I'm going to do it. You already took your classes." Harry joked. Harry had became the peacekeeper, especially after the war had finally stopped and everyone was now depending on him for everything, even though he had only been in the Magical world for a year. Harry's power was still one to admire, though. It was now his signature move, the wand taking and everything, and there was even dolls for him now. Creepy. Draco was just grateful that everyone was too focused on the Savior to be focused on Draco, who was always at Harry's side.

Fin